Fal. That can hardly be, Master Shallow. Do not
you grieve at this; I shall be sent for in private to him:
look you, he must seem thus to the world: fear not your
advancements; I will be the man yet that shall make you[4491]80
great.
Shal. I cannot well perceive how, unless you should[4492]
give me your doublet, and stuff me out with straw. I beseech
you, good Sir John, let me have five hundred of my
thousand.85
Fal. Sir, I will be as good as my word: this that you
heard was but a colour.
Shal. A colour that I fear you will die in, Sir John.[4493]
Fal. Fear no colours: go with me to dinner: come,[4494]
Lieutenant Pistol; come, Bardolph: I shall be sent for soon[4494]90
at night.[4494]
Re-enter Prince John, the Lord Chief-Justice; Officers with them.[4495]
Ch. Just. Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet:
Take all his company along with him.
Fal. My lord, my lord,—
Ch. Just. I cannot now speak: I will hear you soon.95
Take them away.